Would You Rather Page #7

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three times with this african

whipping staff, a sjambok?

Oh, my god.

They're gonna kill us!

Look, Iris, three whacks

from that, I'll be OK

If I stab him, I could

kill him, right?

And it's only three.

It's gonna hurt though, man.

I know, just get it over with.

The clock is ticking.

The sjambok it is.

Now, Iris,

you have to put

your back into this, hmm?

There's no just tapping him.

That doesn't count.

And, uh, Travis.

This is going to hurt, so

make yourself comfortable.

Like this, ma'am.

Across the back.

Travis?

Go ahead, Iris.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

That won't count.

F***.

All right.

That looked like it hurt, Travis.

Well, it did.

Are you OK?

I've been through worse.

Lucas.

You're next.

Would you rather stab

Iris in the thigh...

Or...

give Travis three more strikes?

Oh, come on!

Look, it's a really dangerous

place to stab somebody.

There's a major artery there.

You know what I'm saying?

I do.

Let's just get it over with.

The sjambok again.

Sorry, man.

Travis...

you're probably relieved

to find out that it's your turn.

Something like that.

All right, then.

Let's get it over with.

Travis...

Would you rather... stab Lucas,

the man who just whipped you,

or...

a drum roll, please...

Take three more lashes, this

time administered by Bevans?

Ser... seriously, man.

I can't...

I can't do this anymore.

I wonder why you're being singled out.

What the f*** is the

matter with you people?

What did I ever do to you, huh?

What?

That's, that's what I thought.

Travis, we need a decision.

Yeah.

Yeah, f***ing whip.

I'm not stabbing anybody.

We have to stop this, we have to.

Yeah, wait.

Wait, stop... stop.

Travis, just stab me in the thigh, OK?

We can't watch this go on.

I'm not stabbing anybody.

Travis, come on.

Lucas, this is admirable,

but it's against the rules.

But I'm OK With it.

He can't go back.

His first choice is final.

Just hold on a second,

I said I'm OK With it!

It's OK

- Come on.

- Lucas.

- It's OK.

- This is all very admirable.

His decision.

It's OK

It's just like life, isn't it?

There's no do-overs.

Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis.

Hey, hey, hey.

He's in trouble.

He needs medical attention.

Peter...

I'm awfully sorry,

but I'm afraid it's your turn.

You know the drill by now.

The pick...

or

give Travis three more.

If I do the pick, who

does it have to be?

I'm sure you've already worked the

angles on that one, haven't you?

Well...

I don't wanna stab a lady.

I'm not Mr. Manners or anything,

but I think there's some common

decency considerations here.

On the other hand, Travis

is in real bad shape.

We can't really hit

him anymore, can we?

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